Mother's Three Dinners

When I was young, I never understood my mother. Her three home-cooked meals carry all her worries from childhood to adulthood. The first bowl of rice and all the hard work pulled me into adulthood; For the second bowl of rice, I spent all my savings to help me build a small family; Only after I got married and started a business, lived a stable and prosperous life, and had my third bowl of rice, did I understand her grievances and sadness hidden in the fireworks. I wanted to raise my son but time was running out. I made up my mind to protect my elderly mother from now on.